Ardeth stood before the long oblong swivel mirror and attempted to brush the mass of tangles from his long thick hair. He’d just finished bathing and his bronzed skin still held the warm dampness from the water. A white towel wrapped around his narrow waist was all that clothed his hard muscled body as he pursed his lips together in frustration. He winced slightly at the throbbing pain from the nasty gash on his upper right arm as he tried to maneuver the brush through his hair. It was even worse when he tried to use his left hand.
“Allah! Why do I bother?” he growled in frustration as the tangles refused to budge. “I should just cut it all off!”
“Don’t you dare!” came the soft whispered feminine threat from behind him as he spun around to find Evy staring wide eyed at him from the doorway.
This was my first attempt at an Ardeth/Evy pairing. In all honesty, it's not really my thing. I was never one of those that thought that Evy belonged with Ardeth instead of Rick, but even still, I wanted to flex my writing muscles, so-to-speak and this idea happened to tickle my muses fancy, so who was I to argue. LOL!
Anyways, I wrote this one and Desert Storm along the same time frame a few years ago and that's the extent of my ventures into Ardeth and Evy.